I have sat through mother friends discussing the state of their nipples, their episiotomy, their third degree tears. I still shudder at that one. I have heard them discuss the fact that jumping jacks are off limits apres bebe, although who does jumping jacks after age ten. They laugh cautiously at the fact that hearty laughter can bring on dribbles. They talk about the time little baby's mouth was bloody from their raw nipples. They talk about how many stitches it took to put them back together. All this for a child. No, thank you.
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The tipping point for me was when I saw the commercial for vaginal mesh. I went dizzy, then I realized that being barren means that vaginal mesh will likely never be an option for me. Thank the goddess. My vagina will never have to be stretched to nightmarish proportions to bring a child into this world, therefore leaving my lady bits intact and my underpants dry. That is a very bright upside to barrenness.
Oh my! I was having a similar discussion just this morning. Horrifying. Especially given that I am still spending gobs of money all for a slight chance I will be given the privilege to sacrifice my lady parts for a child. Sometimes, life is strange.
ReplyDeleteI'm almost afraid to ask, and I certainly can't Google it at work...what is vaginal mesh?
ReplyDelete@Megan... I think it's like a mesh cone that they stick up your hootenany. It's meant to prop it up, much like the cones used for tomato plants, I suspect. Please, Baby Jesus, let me never know that for certain. I'll never discuss vaginas and tomato plants in the same context ever again.
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